that reminds me of an old spike milligan joke… the sort of joke you could no longer get away with on tv… in this case of course it would say far more about whoever put that programme together than anyone else…

Our receptionist’s uncle was Lance Klusener. She was surprised that somebody in Ireland (i.e., me) had even heard of him. I think he was just Uncle Lance to her. She’s now our ex-receptionist, although the events are not related. I mean, she was related, to Lance Klusener, obviously, but her no longer being employed was not related to her surprise that I – oh, I think you get the picture.

Given that England currently can’t spin, have a nominally decent set of batsmen that still seem to manage to collapse, the best batsman is currently at number 4, there’s a promising youngster at number 3, and (crucially) there are no openers to speak of… I think they’re more New Zealand to be honest.